Empty Shells
Chapter 1
11th June 2013 12:35:45am
First Diary Entry
It was obvious that I was alone now. It was dark, cold, I was scared. I can’t stay here forever; I will run out of food, water…warmth. How could something like this happen before my very eyes? Why was I afraid to stop, to help them? Maybe it was because if I helped them they would be dead, me included. I don’t want to be dead in that sort of way, I don’t want to become one of them. I learnt a bit more about the situation in one day. In just one day…I knew I could be the only survivor…amongst the dead.
They eat and eat non-stop, they are never full, never sleep, never drink, don’t talk just groan and scream, oh no wait the people getting eaten scream. Their goal? I don’t know. They don’t look like they have a goal, I think. It’s just eating, this time they don’t go for the brains not like in horror stories, they tear the screaming body, their teeth sinking right into the flesh and ripping it off, their hands sometimes just strong enough to take an arm off even. They don’t finish the one body. They just eat at it then leave it be; to become one of the dead. Sometimes not...
How could I not be one of them? How do I know I am not affected? At this very moment I am still in my house, I know my parents aren’t ever going to come back home, never. I miss them for the first time. For the first time I needed them here, I want to feel their love, their warmth when their hands rub against my back telling me it’s going to be ok. That only happens in happy families and in the movies. Never mine. My parents don’t care. You think they do because they provide me with the necessities in life, school, food, water, a bed even.
That’s what my friends think. I actually sleep on the floor, with one cotton blanket and sometimes if I am lucky my parents give me a pillow like object. The only thing with me now is my cotton thin blanket and a Donald Duck plush toy that I found on the side of the road when I was 9.
I have never felt so lonely in my life.
Signed The Possible Survivor
First Diary Entry
It was obvious that I was alone now. It was dark, cold, I was scared. I can’t stay here forever; I will run out of food, water…warmth. How could something like this happen before my very eyes? Why was I afraid to stop, to help them? Maybe it was because if I helped them they would be dead, me included. I don’t want to be dead in that sort of way, I don’t want to become one of them. I learnt a bit more about the situation in one day. In just one day…I knew I could be the only survivor…amongst the dead.
They eat and eat non-stop, they are never full, never sleep, never drink, don’t talk just groan and scream, oh no wait the people getting eaten scream. Their goal? I don’t know. They don’t look like they have a goal, I think. It’s just eating, this time they don’t go for the brains not like in horror stories, they tear the screaming body, their teeth sinking right into the flesh and ripping it off, their hands sometimes just strong enough to take an arm off even. They don’t finish the one body. They just eat at it then leave it be; to become one of the dead. Sometimes not...
How could I not be one of them? How do I know I am not affected? At this very moment I am still in my house, I know my parents aren’t ever going to come back home, never. I miss them for the first time. For the first time I needed them here, I want to feel their love, their warmth when their hands rub against my back telling me it’s going to be ok. That only happens in happy families and in the movies. Never mine. My parents don’t care. You think they do because they provide me with the necessities in life, school, food, water, a bed even.
That’s what my friends think. I actually sleep on the floor, with one cotton blanket and sometimes if I am lucky my parents give me a pillow like object. The only thing with me now is my cotton thin blanket and a Donald Duck plush toy that I found on the side of the road when I was 9.
I have never felt so lonely in my life.
Signed The Possible Survivor
Notes
Hiii guys,Crap intro right? :( I just didn't know how to start off the beginning with this type of story, usually with these ones you want to get straight to the point, it's a zombie apocolapse. You'll die. Simple am I right?
Well, give me some advice please, read my other stories/rate/subscribe/comment/don't worry I reckon this will get better soon :)
#promise!
Bubai~
Aloraaaa Xx
Have a beautiful day guys, have a better one then I have :)
Omg Theo!!!! Whats wrong with you? Why are you pointing your gun at you uncle? Please update!
3/16/14